Serwa and Vedui, as you approach the thin man behind the counter, he opens a hide smile filled with crooked teeth, "Another contestant, aye! You all only get more surprising, we even got a mage this year, can you believe it?" he proceeds to smile and nod while showing his hands to collect your coins. In the last moment, as his eyes lower to see the gold as it falls, his smile twists around and he rapidly recoils with a yelp, wide-eyed staring at you for a moment as his eyes dart to the coins over the counter and back at you a few times, he finally proceeds to pick a dirty cloth from under the counter and throw over the coins, eventually pulling and wrapping them, "Alright, I believe those will have to do..." he takes the coins with pinched fingers to a room at the back as if carrying a dirty diaper. The other contestants line up close to the stage of the Captain's Loft, the tavern and inn is rather spacious, but no amount of spaciousness would give comfort to the amount of people crowded in here today. A few moments later the same man goes on stage to announce the contest, he claps a bit to gather attention and quickly proceeds to allow the contestants to go about with their presentations, "Alright folks, it's time for our annual presentations! We've gathered a rather special group this year and as always, the Captain's Loft offers you the best entertainment in the land. Three chances for presentations are given, and as usual our old grumpy Burkelm will hand out points for each. The two with most points compete against each other in the end!". You watch as a robed short-bearded lines up first, his gray robes bear a symbol of a eight-pointed circled star, he taps a small leather bag tied to his cord-belt and steps on the stage, he produces two wooden mugs, proceeding to show their empty insides to the public around, then he rapidly moves them around a few times, does some hand waving and water begins pouring out of one of them, he acts surprised and uses his hand to stop it, but when he removes his hand, an apple falls off the cup, he picks up the apple and hits it against his head, and suddenly two apples are now on his hands, and the other coup starts pouring out water, he continues his series in a similar fashion as multiple apples appear seemingly out of nowhere and he continues to act silly, bringing the crow to a raucous laugh and clapping. A grim looking old man next to a wooden board uses a brush with black ink to mark three lines close to the robed man's name 'I I I'. Next in line is a halfling holding more knives than he could possibly safely carry, he proceeds with his deadly juggling display, almost dropping a knife at a point, but claiming a light clapping from the crowd, the old man marks only one line with the brush at the halfling's name 'I'. The third one is a noble with the ridiculous hat you spotted before, with quite exaggerated features and a pompous pose, he starts reciting old local poems, which generates a forced loud snore from the crowd and some booing, even, the old man makes no mark on the board. It's now your turn, you had your time to prepare, what do you bring to the stage?
Midnight and Nute, as you are able to see, combats might be a while away still, you overhear some folks mentioning 'mid day' sometimes, and you guess that's when the fights would begin, you'd still have time to participate if interested. As you are quietly sitting in the shades provided by cloths overhead, you notice as a sneering guard as been eyeing you for quite a while now, he taps his foot and waves his cudgel for long moments before finally approaches with a look in his face that can only show disgust, "Oi! You there." he points at Midnight with the studded cudgel, you can see another guard further steps away look at him and shake his head but keep his distance, "Ye filth, don't come bringing yer spider curses upon our clean lands." he spits on the dirt, "Ye don't see us going about and sticking our noses up yer caves, do ya? Whaddya think you can come here, eh?" he stands there wagging his cudgel and leering at you.
Noranys, you pay the 2 gold coins for stay at the Sea Cat, the plump woman behind the counter seems delighted that you chose them "Best bed of your life, I guarantee it!" and stands there smiling and as other ladies hurry up the stairs seemingly to ready the room for you, "Anything in particular you need, miss? Warm bath for the night? Incense?". You make your way around town towards the park, you see as both eerie mausoleums and happy family picnics share the same space over the bright grass and cool breeze, your senses briefly tingle threatened as you spot shadowy figures taking advantage of the shades in thick brushes, but you relax as you make up the silhouettes of two flirty lovers trying to avoid the eyes of the public as they share a passionate kiss. You stroll over crypts and tombs quietly enjoying the scenery, you see plaques bearing names the forebearers of local noble families, and eventually spot the founding stone and plaque of the park, built by Lord Andamarn Uthlain in 1342 DR. You aimlessly walk some more, enjoying the chance to the relax as the 'activities' you seek might be on hold for the festivities, as you reach the town's walls at the corner of the park, you spot a curious 'lump' on the park's land, it is all covered in grass and does not look moved, but you can't help yourself but notice that to your particular eye it seems to bear the vaguest shape of a large man.
Ilvisar, Mordikai and Tibern, as you walk around the fair, you approach the eating competition stall and note that definitely there aren't any dwarves to be seem around. A burly man crowned in flowers is announced as the last year's 'King of Uthmere's Harvest Fair', his round belly and hungry look hiding no amount of his eagerness for the competition. The only other competitor seems to be a short and brawny farmhand in frayed clothes, eager to take that crown away from the man to his side. The competition seems to be about to start as the announcer goes around in a circle callin for those that would "...take the crown off his head and be the new king!" Food stalls around the area sell the sandwiches which are involved in the contest (dark rye brad and long sausages) with optional dark sauces, along with various meats and vegetables in shish kebabs, many kinds of nuts and fruits sold in straw bags, and all sort of strong and soft drinks, creamy ale being the most common. Taverns are also open and are having much more visitors than usual today, bearing varied menus at their doors involving most of the food available in the fair along with hearty soups and other more elaborate courses, one tavern in particular, the Captain's Loft, seems to have a sort of event happening now, as it is heavily decorated and bursting in laughter and cheer from inside, seemingly crowded beyond its capacity.
((Serwa, forgot to mention, please go ahead and describe your presentation on stage, and roll accordingly, if you're dancing it is probably going to be a Charisma (Performance) roll, if you're more interested in displaying technique rather than artistry, you could work as a Dexterity (Performance) check instead, but you gather the crowd might not be as interested :) ))
"A bath would be lovely," Noranys agrees. She arranges a time for one, closer to evening, along with a meal.
The calmer air of the park is like a breath of fresh air -- gone is the sea of chaos that might bring an attack from any direction. Noranys makes note of names and dates on plaques that she passes, trying to identify race where she can, remembering a few of the more oft-repeated clan names in case it might be helpful later. Upon spotting the strange lump in the grass, Noranys will circle it a bit to try and get a better idea of its shape and whether there is any disturbance of the earth around it, or damage to nearby plants, or the wall, if it is very close to the wall. She'll stay at least 30 feet back though.
If nothing comes of this, she'll look to see if anyone is around, and if no one is nearby, she'll summon the spectral hand she's recently mastered, and use it to investigate the shape a little more thoroughly, to see if it's all plant matter, terf of some kind, or hollow.
Taking care his wings and tail in close, Tibern will make his way into the tavern. As he steps inside he motions for his two companions to follow, watching his elven companion from the corner of his eye. "Pardon me." Is heard from the wizard each time he passes someone on his way to the bar.
Upon his arrival he will get the attention of the bartender by putting some coins down on the counter, making sure what it is the usual amount he pays at similar establishments.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Serwa gives Vedui a wave as she runs off backstage to change beforehand, removing her chain mail and changing from her black skirt and blouse, and black short heeled shoes, her typical “funeral wear,” into the one piece Rashemi dancer’s dress, retaining the same tan tights but replacing the shoes with the light dancing shoes that complete the Performer’s Costume. The dress, a vibrant violet and red design, is actually longer than her skirt, hanging well below the knee, but with high slits on both sides, designed for provocative swirling during the whirling Rashemi dances.
OOC: I will roll Perform and see the result before describing the actual performance.
Serwaperforms a whirling and leaping Rashemi dance, one which becomes more odd throughout the performance. Those familiar with traditional Rashemi dances may recognize the odd choice of dance - one meant for two, traditionally a dance between a man and a woman - that she dances alone.
It seems to be one very familiar to her, and at various points in the dance she switches roles, from lead to follower, taking on the more “dynamic” component of either. At some point she “dips” herself, bending backward dramatically in a pose where normally a male dancer would be supporting her back, where she uses abdominal strength and sheer will evidently to maintain the pose perfectly, as if a phantom were dancing with her and supporting her.
At other times she takes on the role of the lead dancer, her dress whirling up around her legs as she spins, arms raised, in a move where she would be the Rashemi male holding the female dancer aloft. By the end, though exhausted, she pushes herself through one last sequence where she “twirls herself,” hand held out to her imaginary dance partner, until she ends, frozen in a pose with her leg wrapped up and around nothing, the invisible partner that exists only in her memories.
Serwadances with Lily, at some times letting Lily take the lead, at other times lifting the blond haired half-elf girl into her arms, noting how weightless she feels. They finish the routine, switching roles back and forth, ending with Lily as lead dancer, Serwa wrapped around her. The moment passes, a beautiful memory, or hallucination, she realizes she has been dancing alone. She does not wait for a bow, for praise or jeers, but rushes offstage. She returns to the solitude of the room she changed in back stage, wraps her arms around her knees, and sobs violently.
”Nute, do you hear that noise? Something is yapping about ... almost like an annoying little, what are they called? An annoying little dog, that’s it. Someone should probably shut it up.” She leans over to her left to speak to Nute, ignoring the guard as if he wasn’t there, but the movement is designed to hide the fact her hand slides over near the hilt or her sword.
((OOC: she ignores his verbal taunts, but she readies an action to strike at his legs if he swings his cudgel at her))
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First D&D set: 1980 red box. Haven't stopped playing since. :)
Despite her verbal sparring with the guard, if she is able the see the stage where Serwa is performing, she stares - mesmerized - possibly losing focus on the guard standing nearby. “I’ve never seen anything so ... beautiful ...”
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First D&D set: 1980 red box. Haven't stopped playing since. :)
"The 24 hours was my lead time before they began the hunt...so far it appears to be that I have covered my tracks well. They study death...I studied it with them. In all it's forms and all the gods of death were known. They study all but worship none. They are...tolerated by the red wizards. No exactly friendly but not enemies. Maybe they work together on some level that I don't know of. I do not know of all they did. "
"The 24 hours was my lead time before they began the hunt...so far it appears to be that I have covered my tracks well. They study death...I studied it with them. In all it's forms and all the gods of death were known. They study all but worship none. They are...tolerated by the red wizards. No exactly friendly but not enemies. Maybe they work together on some level that I don't know of. I do not know of all they did. "
Serwa Omen
During their exchange regarding Vedui’s past, which likely took place prior to her Performance, Serwa just listens, unsure or unable to say anything to provide solace. She has no physical gestures of comfort to provide, no on pat on the shoulder or comforting embrace. After a pregnant pause, she says the only thing that feels honest.
“If they come for you, when they come for you, I can promise you we will send some of them to face their own deaths. Let the others study their fallen comrades and see what they can learn about their deaths. You aren’t the type to go down without a fight. And I’m not the type to back away from one, when the scales need to be balanced.”
His brow arches as Tibern takes the lead. The elf looks momentarily-confused as the tiefling first ques at one of the outdoor food-stalls, then gestures for them to follow him into The Captain's Loft. Ilvisar makes no comment about the change in direction; especially when they end up inside, and out of the glaringly-bright day.
The tavern seems to be bustling. Despite this, and himself, the gold elf visibly relaxes. Perhaps it's the simple concept of having a wall to his back, or maybe it is simply the amount of light outside. It matters not. His surly demeanor cools to the point he almost looks grateful of Tibern. As much as one can, he maneuvers among the small throngs and cliques.
He finds a place at Tibern's left, settling most of his back against the bar; arching a brow at the coinage Tibern uses to signal the staff. Ilvisar glances over his shoulder to ensure that Mordikaimade it within, before pulling his hat from a somewhat-damp head of unkempt alabaster hair. He tosses it over his opposing elbow on the counter, and surveys the room quietly.
If/when the bartender comes to fullfill Tibern's needs, Ilvisar will also turn more in their direction and incline his chin after:
"...a strong drink, if you will.." he raises his voice just enough to be heard over the din. "...and I think some of those sandwiches I've been hearing about will do. Two, if you would? What does that cost me?"
And so long as it isn't an arm, nor-also his legs, he'll pay the price to eat the faire food.
There isn't much more time to wonder, as the talent show begins. Ilvisar finds his face forming that lovely little scowl of his, as the "magician" performs his illusions. When the other two after him begin to perform, the elf sighs...a bit impatiently, and begins glancing back around expectantly for that drink.
But Serwa ....when Serwatakes the stage...it is her dance that keeps his focus. At first, it's that clear and racist-disdain; but as ice left in the rise of a morning sun....his features slowly melt to a neutral expression. The steps quietly dominate the stage, and command attention to this strange arrangement of movement. His hand comes to rest on the bar...and he seems to have forgotten where he was.
When she concludes, and rushes to flee for the backstage, he blinks and....comes back to the present. That corner of his mouth ticks....dark eyes trailing the floor.
OOC: So the performance happens at the Captain's Loft. I think Nute and Midnight settled outside, but at the announcement, they could head there. Question is when the guards approach us? outside or inside? Regardless Nute's reaction is the same. if they head inside, Nute's eyes would be on Tibern and his wings, until Serwa's performance start. or until the guards approach. whichever happens first.
Nute
Hearing the guards approach he writes with his back to them in common(up until this point it was elvish) "Leave her be. She's my personal guardian. I am a druid of the forest of Lethyr." He gulps, then mimics the guard "Oi!" and turns around holding the tablet up with all the confidence he can muster.
For the first two performances, Vedui will spend some time examining the crowd. (Insight or perception check 18) Looking for anyone he might recognize from his order, and also looking for anything suspicious in the crowd.
He will watch with fascination when Serwa performs, his eyes not leaving the stage.
Mordikai waits for a reply from the stall owner, who seems to have a never ending stream of customers to take his attention.
As Tibern heads off towards The Captains Loft, and then Ilvisar follows, Mordikaigives up waiting for a reply and follows his two companions.
As the others order drinks, Mordikai orders the same as whoever may have ordered the cheapest drink.
"I will have the same drink as my companion here."
Mordikai begins drinking small amounts of the drink at very regular intervals, while watching the performances.
Looking at the skull like face and the body language of the metal man, you cant tell if he is enjoying the drink or the entertainment, or just following some ritual behaviour.
Ilvisar will take his drink as Mordikaireceives his. There'll be a bit of a nudge to the back of Tibern's shoulder when the Tieflings' also touches down. Food takes longer to prepare, after all. The sun elf will nod at the counter, while taking a healthy swig of the sweet drink; brows lifting and his face actually showing a small pleasure there.
Serwawill take a decent bit of time backstage, at least ten minutes or so just allowing herself to weep, staring at the picture of the half-elf girl within her holy symbol/amulet of Kelemvor that doubles as a locket, and then another five minutes or so checking her reflection in the mirror, making herself presentable, before going outside to get a drink.
OOC: I believe the Performance contest is still going? There is a second round? It still is all taking place prior to the dueling competition? If there is a second round of performances, depending on how much time is allotted in between she may change back into her normal funeral wear, then back into the dancer's outfit, but if there is not ample time she will remain in the Rashemi dancer's costume.
Also, if anyone else was particupating in the Performance there could be some back stage interaction, feel free to insert it and let me know. I"m trying to track all the posts and interaction where it seems Serwa would reasonably be involved but this far I think it's just been with the PC she knows, Vedui. Assuming there is time between performances she will get a drink, and depending on time either go out in the colorful Dancer’s Costume or her default “funeral garb” black clothing.
Noranys, from what you are able to see, the grass around looks all regular and blends seamlessly with the rest of the vegetation, you take your time looking around and no one seems to be minding you at the moment, your spectral hand sweeps some of the grass aside for investigation, even sticking a few blades out, you're able to see the roots and earth beneath. It does not share the differences in elevation that some of the more recent graves do, before the new grass fully settles, it just seems as if some sort of rock or root might be under this particular area, though it does not seem disturb the wall.
Everyone in the Captain's Loft, Vedui is unable to observe someone here that would match the description he himself would give of someone from your order, most folk around here looks like merchants or local farmers, but then again, you know they might make use of disguises or concealment at times. Tibern looses some coins on the counter, the usual gallon of ale goes for two silver coins and might be enough for you three (for starters), the coins are happily swept up by the man behind the counter as he directs one of the barmaids to follow you, and she does so already with three large mugs of ale in her hands. The lady is taken aback while handing the mugs over the table, as she stares at Mordikai unsure of whether she offers the drink or no, "S-... sir?" she asks in an awkward smile before handing it anyway. She turns to face the pale-haired elf at the side, "Oh, right away, master elf. Would you prefer our black ale or some spirits? Along with two sausages, that would all go for one golden coin." As she lingers for a moment to let you decide, a northern-looking woman in a black dress steps up on stage and after but a moment starts performs what some of you might identify as a traditional dance from Rashemen, her sweeping movements approaching the crowd all around are initially met by a hesitant crowd, but as one tambourine is produced by a halfling among them and as is starts to rattle along with the dance, people all start clapping, shouting and cheering along in the same rythm. The performance goes on for a while and moves around the stage before coming to a close and loud cheer from the crowd, the old man next to the wooden board grumbles and writes 'Newcomer' and marks thee scores aside it 'III'. The other competitors get ready for a second round of performances.
(( Yes, performance still goes on, all way before the dueling, you've got time ))
The robed man climbs back onstage and this time his performance involves various doves which sprouds out of the many pockets in his robes and fly over the crowd, which reacts in a more mild manner than last time he performed his tricks, rendering only some light clapping as some of the men are still distracted following Serwa with their eyes, his name on the board gains only another mark, totaling four now 'IIII'. The halfling juggler comes back, now bearing small wooden clubs, which he proceeds to lit on fire before throwing them, the crowd seems more excited and interact more in ways of 'Oohs' and 'Aahs' as he barely catches one of the clubs before it falls, the old man marks two more dashes aside his name, totaling him three scores 'III'. The snob noble climbs back at the stage already leering at the crowd as he unrolls a small weathered scroll and starts reciting an old local rhyme, the crowd seems indifferent at first, but as he ends along with an added joke that does not seem to be part of it, the crowd cracks up a bit and he is clapped of as his name on the board gains a single mark 'I'. The crowd now eagerly awaits for Serwa once again, a tambourine already held up high by the same halfling as before.
Midnight and Nute, the guard approached you right outside of town to the east where the dueling ring lay, you can catch a glimpse of the Captain's Loft right inside the walls, and in a wide window to the stage you are able to barely see the performances happening inside, along with a small crowd gathering outside and all the noise. The guard hesitates right when Nute mentios 'druid', staring wide-eyed for a moment and grimacing, another guard takes some wide steps from behind him, crosses one arm across his chest and starts to drag him away, "Come, Lars! Don't go about getting into trouble again, captain won't let you off the hook another time..." he says and seems to have done so many times before. You suddenly hear loud clapping and the rattling of a tambourine coming from the tavern as you spot the dancing woman inside through the window, though the crowd gathered both inside and outside makes it quite difficult to see.
The tiefling watches the performance for a while but seems to check out at the man that tries to show as magic by doing nothing more then minor parlor tricks. As he is handed an ale he simply takes it and sips at it for a bit. As if to mock the man on the stage he moves his hand a bit and suddenly his tankard of ale is floating before him as his Mage Hand holds it up to his mouth.
"If only I had paid attention to my musical lessons as a child. I had a rather amazing bard as a tutor although I never had the skill he wished of me. I suppose if I had time to study I coukd perhaps use magic to put on some sort of show... Unfortunately it seems that this fine folk are not fond of the arcane though."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Watching the guard leave with a scornful look on her face, Midnight says, ”Whatever you said to them, it saved the loud one a beating. In my city, he would have been dragged off and executed for speaking to me in such a way. We aren’t there, and I am not them, but I do have my self respect. Thank you for taking care of this.”
She looks over at the Captain’s Loft. “Say, are you thirsty? I have coin and would like a better seat to watch the dancing. I have never seen anything like it. Anything beautiful underground is likely to also be deadly and feared. This was both vulnerable and strong simultaneously.”
If Nute agrees, she packs up her belongings and starts making her way there in order to watch the rest of the performances.
Serwa and Vedui, as you approach the thin man behind the counter, he opens a hide smile filled with crooked teeth, "Another contestant, aye! You all only get more surprising, we even got a mage this year, can you believe it?" he proceeds to smile and nod while showing his hands to collect your coins. In the last moment, as his eyes lower to see the gold as it falls, his smile twists around and he rapidly recoils with a yelp, wide-eyed staring at you for a moment as his eyes dart to the coins over the counter and back at you a few times, he finally proceeds to pick a dirty cloth from under the counter and throw over the coins, eventually pulling and wrapping them, "Alright, I believe those will have to do..." he takes the coins with pinched fingers to a room at the back as if carrying a dirty diaper. The other contestants line up close to the stage of the Captain's Loft, the tavern and inn is rather spacious, but no amount of spaciousness would give comfort to the amount of people crowded in here today. A few moments later the same man goes on stage to announce the contest, he claps a bit to gather attention and quickly proceeds to allow the contestants to go about with their presentations, "Alright folks, it's time for our annual presentations! We've gathered a rather special group this year and as always, the Captain's Loft offers you the best entertainment in the land. Three chances for presentations are given, and as usual our old grumpy Burkelm will hand out points for each. The two with most points compete against each other in the end!". You watch as a robed short-bearded lines up first, his gray robes bear a symbol of a eight-pointed circled star, he taps a small leather bag tied to his cord-belt and steps on the stage, he produces two wooden mugs, proceeding to show their empty insides to the public around, then he rapidly moves them around a few times, does some hand waving and water begins pouring out of one of them, he acts surprised and uses his hand to stop it, but when he removes his hand, an apple falls off the cup, he picks up the apple and hits it against his head, and suddenly two apples are now on his hands, and the other coup starts pouring out water, he continues his series in a similar fashion as multiple apples appear seemingly out of nowhere and he continues to act silly, bringing the crow to a raucous laugh and clapping. A grim looking old man next to a wooden board uses a brush with black ink to mark three lines close to the robed man's name 'I I I'. Next in line is a halfling holding more knives than he could possibly safely carry, he proceeds with his deadly juggling display, almost dropping a knife at a point, but claiming a light clapping from the crowd, the old man marks only one line with the brush at the halfling's name 'I'. The third one is a noble with the ridiculous hat you spotted before, with quite exaggerated features and a pompous pose, he starts reciting old local poems, which generates a forced loud snore from the crowd and some booing, even, the old man makes no mark on the board. It's now your turn, you had your time to prepare, what do you bring to the stage?
Midnight and Nute, as you are able to see, combats might be a while away still, you overhear some folks mentioning 'mid day' sometimes, and you guess that's when the fights would begin, you'd still have time to participate if interested. As you are quietly sitting in the shades provided by cloths overhead, you notice as a sneering guard as been eyeing you for quite a while now, he taps his foot and waves his cudgel for long moments before finally approaches with a look in his face that can only show disgust, "Oi! You there." he points at Midnight with the studded cudgel, you can see another guard further steps away look at him and shake his head but keep his distance, "Ye filth, don't come bringing yer spider curses upon our clean lands." he spits on the dirt, "Ye don't see us going about and sticking our noses up yer caves, do ya? Whaddya think you can come here, eh?" he stands there wagging his cudgel and leering at you.
Noranys, you pay the 2 gold coins for stay at the Sea Cat, the plump woman behind the counter seems delighted that you chose them "Best bed of your life, I guarantee it!" and stands there smiling and as other ladies hurry up the stairs seemingly to ready the room for you, "Anything in particular you need, miss? Warm bath for the night? Incense?". You make your way around town towards the park, you see as both eerie mausoleums and happy family picnics share the same space over the bright grass and cool breeze, your senses briefly tingle threatened as you spot shadowy figures taking advantage of the shades in thick brushes, but you relax as you make up the silhouettes of two flirty lovers trying to avoid the eyes of the public as they share a passionate kiss. You stroll over crypts and tombs quietly enjoying the scenery, you see plaques bearing names the forebearers of local noble families, and eventually spot the founding stone and plaque of the park, built by Lord Andamarn Uthlain in 1342 DR. You aimlessly walk some more, enjoying the chance to the relax as the 'activities' you seek might be on hold for the festivities, as you reach the town's walls at the corner of the park, you spot a curious 'lump' on the park's land, it is all covered in grass and does not look moved, but you can't help yourself but notice that to your particular eye it seems to bear the vaguest shape of a large man.
Ilvisar, Mordikai and Tibern, as you walk around the fair, you approach the eating competition stall and note that definitely there aren't any dwarves to be seem around. A burly man crowned in flowers is announced as the last year's 'King of Uthmere's Harvest Fair', his round belly and hungry look hiding no amount of his eagerness for the competition. The only other competitor seems to be a short and brawny farmhand in frayed clothes, eager to take that crown away from the man to his side. The competition seems to be about to start as the announcer goes around in a circle callin for those that would "...take the crown off his head and be the new king!" Food stalls around the area sell the sandwiches which are involved in the contest (dark rye brad and long sausages) with optional dark sauces, along with various meats and vegetables in shish kebabs, many kinds of nuts and fruits sold in straw bags, and all sort of strong and soft drinks, creamy ale being the most common. Taverns are also open and are having much more visitors than usual today, bearing varied menus at their doors involving most of the food available in the fair along with hearty soups and other more elaborate courses, one tavern in particular, the Captain's Loft, seems to have a sort of event happening now, as it is heavily decorated and bursting in laughter and cheer from inside, seemingly crowded beyond its capacity.
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((Serwa, forgot to mention, please go ahead and describe your presentation on stage, and roll accordingly, if you're dancing it is probably going to be a Charisma (Performance) roll, if you're more interested in displaying technique rather than artistry, you could work as a Dexterity (Performance) check instead, but you gather the crowd might not be as interested :) ))
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Noranys
"A bath would be lovely," Noranys agrees. She arranges a time for one, closer to evening, along with a meal.
The calmer air of the park is like a breath of fresh air -- gone is the sea of chaos that might bring an attack from any direction. Noranys makes note of names and dates on plaques that she passes, trying to identify race where she can, remembering a few of the more oft-repeated clan names in case it might be helpful later. Upon spotting the strange lump in the grass, Noranys will circle it a bit to try and get a better idea of its shape and whether there is any disturbance of the earth around it, or damage to nearby plants, or the wall, if it is very close to the wall. She'll stay at least 30 feet back though.
If nothing comes of this, she'll look to see if anyone is around, and if no one is nearby, she'll summon the spectral hand she's recently mastered, and use it to investigate the shape a little more thoroughly, to see if it's all plant matter, terf of some kind, or hollow.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Tibern
Taking care his wings and tail in close, Tibern will make his way into the tavern. As he steps inside he motions for his two companions to follow, watching his elven companion from the corner of his eye. "Pardon me." Is heard from the wizard each time he passes someone on his way to the bar.
Upon his arrival he will get the attention of the bartender by putting some coins down on the counter, making sure what it is the usual amount he pays at similar establishments.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Serwa
Serwa gives Vedui a wave as she runs off backstage to change beforehand, removing her chain mail and changing from her black skirt and blouse, and black short heeled shoes, her typical “funeral wear,” into the one piece Rashemi dancer’s dress, retaining the same tan tights but replacing the shoes with the light dancing shoes that complete the Performer’s Costume. The dress, a vibrant violet and red design, is actually longer than her skirt, hanging well below the knee, but with high slits on both sides, designed for provocative swirling during the whirling Rashemi dances.
OOC: I will roll Perform and see the result before describing the actual performance.
Perform Check: 18
Serwa
Serwa performs a whirling and leaping Rashemi dance, one which becomes more odd throughout the performance. Those familiar with traditional Rashemi dances may recognize the odd choice of dance - one meant for two, traditionally a dance between a man and a woman - that she dances alone.
It seems to be one very familiar to her, and at various points in the dance she switches roles, from lead to follower, taking on the more “dynamic” component of either. At some point she “dips” herself, bending backward dramatically in a pose where normally a male dancer would be supporting her back, where she uses abdominal strength and sheer will evidently to maintain the pose perfectly, as if a phantom were dancing with her and supporting her.
At other times she takes on the role of the lead dancer, her dress whirling up around her legs as she spins, arms raised, in a move where she would be the Rashemi male holding the female dancer aloft. By the end, though exhausted, she pushes herself through one last sequence where she “twirls herself,” hand held out to her imaginary dance partner, until she ends, frozen in a pose with her leg wrapped up and around nothing, the invisible partner that exists only in her memories.
Serwa, internal:
Serwa dances with Lily, at some times letting Lily take the lead, at other times lifting the blond haired half-elf girl into her arms, noting how weightless she feels. They finish the routine, switching roles back and forth, ending with Lily as lead dancer, Serwa wrapped around her. The moment passes, a beautiful memory, or hallucination, she realizes she has been dancing alone. She does not wait for a bow, for praise or jeers, but rushes offstage. She returns to the solitude of the room she changed in back stage, wraps her arms around her knees, and sobs violently.
Midnight
”Nute, do you hear that noise? Something is yapping about ... almost like an annoying little, what are they called? An annoying little dog, that’s it. Someone should probably shut it up.” She leans over to her left to speak to Nute, ignoring the guard as if he wasn’t there, but the movement is designed to hide the fact her hand slides over near the hilt or her sword.
((OOC: she ignores his verbal taunts, but she readies an action to strike at his legs if he swings his cudgel at her))
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Midnight
Despite her verbal sparring with the guard, if she is able the see the stage where Serwa is performing, she stares - mesmerized - possibly losing focus on the guard standing nearby. “I’ve never seen anything so ... beautiful ...”
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Vedui Gurth
"The 24 hours was my lead time before they began the hunt...so far it appears to be that I have covered my tracks well. They study death...I studied it with them. In all it's forms and all the gods of death were known. They study all but worship none. They are...tolerated by the red wizards. No exactly friendly but not enemies. Maybe they work together on some level that I don't know of. I do not know of all they did. "
Serwa Omen
During their exchange regarding Vedui’s past, which likely took place prior to her Performance, Serwa just listens, unsure or unable to say anything to provide solace. She has no physical gestures of comfort to provide, no on pat on the shoulder or comforting embrace. After a pregnant pause, she says the only thing that feels honest.
“If they come for you, when they come for you, I can promise you we will send some of them to face their own deaths. Let the others study their fallen comrades and see what they can learn about their deaths. You aren’t the type to go down without a fight. And I’m not the type to back away from one, when the scales need to be balanced.”
Ilvisar
His brow arches as Tibern takes the lead. The elf looks momentarily-confused as the tiefling first ques at one of the outdoor food-stalls, then gestures for them to follow him into The Captain's Loft. Ilvisar makes no comment about the change in direction; especially when they end up inside, and out of the glaringly-bright day.
The tavern seems to be bustling. Despite this, and himself, the gold elf visibly relaxes. Perhaps it's the simple concept of having a wall to his back, or maybe it is simply the amount of light outside. It matters not. His surly demeanor cools to the point he almost looks grateful of Tibern. As much as one can, he maneuvers among the small throngs and cliques.
He finds a place at Tibern's left, settling most of his back against the bar; arching a brow at the coinage Tibern uses to signal the staff. Ilvisar glances over his shoulder to ensure that Mordikai made it within, before pulling his hat from a somewhat-damp head of unkempt alabaster hair. He tosses it over his opposing elbow on the counter, and surveys the room quietly.
If/when the bartender comes to fullfill Tibern's needs, Ilvisar will also turn more in their direction and incline his chin after:
"...a strong drink, if you will.." he raises his voice just enough to be heard over the din. "...and I think some of those sandwiches I've been hearing about will do. Two, if you would? What does that cost me?"
And so long as it isn't an arm, nor-also his legs, he'll pay the price to eat the faire food.
There isn't much more time to wonder, as the talent show begins. Ilvisar finds his face forming that lovely little scowl of his, as the "magician" performs his illusions. When the other two after him begin to perform, the elf sighs...a bit impatiently, and begins glancing back around expectantly for that drink.
But Serwa ....when Serwa takes the stage...it is her dance that keeps his focus. At first, it's that clear and racist-disdain; but as ice left in the rise of a morning sun....his features slowly melt to a neutral expression. The steps quietly dominate the stage, and command attention to this strange arrangement of movement. His hand comes to rest on the bar...and he seems to have forgotten where he was.
When she concludes, and rushes to flee for the backstage, he blinks and....comes back to the present. That corner of his mouth ticks....dark eyes trailing the floor.
".......hmph."
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OOC: So the performance happens at the Captain's Loft. I think Nute and Midnight settled outside, but at the announcement, they could head there. Question is when the guards approach us? outside or inside? Regardless Nute's reaction is the same. if they head inside, Nute's eyes would be on Tibern and his wings, until Serwa's performance start. or until the guards approach. whichever happens first.
Nute
Hearing the guards approach he writes with his back to them in common(up until this point it was elvish) "Leave her be. She's my personal guardian. I am a druid of the forest of Lethyr." He gulps, then mimics the guard "Oi!" and turns around holding the tablet up with all the confidence he can muster.
Characters:
Nute Kenku Druid - War of the Faithless
Ignace Miltorn Aasimar Paladin - Descent into Avernus
Vedui Gurth
For the first two performances, Vedui will spend some time examining the crowd. (Insight or perception check 18) Looking for anyone he might recognize from his order, and also looking for anything suspicious in the crowd.
He will watch with fascination when Serwa performs, his eyes not leaving the stage.
Mordikai waits for a reply from the stall owner, who seems to have a never ending stream of customers to take his attention.
As Tibern heads off towards The Captains Loft, and then Ilvisar follows, Mordikai gives up waiting for a reply and follows his two companions.
As the others order drinks, Mordikai orders the same as whoever may have ordered the cheapest drink.
"I will have the same drink as my companion here."
Mordikai begins drinking small amounts of the drink at very regular intervals, while watching the performances.
Looking at the skull like face and the body language of the metal man, you cant tell if he is enjoying the drink or the entertainment, or just following some ritual behaviour.
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Ilvisar
Ilvisar will take his drink as Mordikai receives his. There'll be a bit of a nudge to the back of Tibern's shoulder when the Tieflings' also touches down. Food takes longer to prepare, after all. The sun elf will nod at the counter, while taking a healthy swig of the sweet drink; brows lifting and his face actually showing a small pleasure there.
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Serwa will take a decent bit of time backstage, at least ten minutes or so just allowing herself to weep, staring at the picture of the half-elf girl within her holy symbol/amulet of Kelemvor that doubles as a locket, and then another five minutes or so checking her reflection in the mirror, making herself presentable, before going outside to get a drink.
OOC: I believe the Performance contest is still going? There is a second round? It still is all taking place prior to the dueling competition? If there is a second round of performances, depending on how much time is allotted in between she may change back into her normal funeral wear, then back into the dancer's outfit, but if there is not ample time she will remain in the Rashemi dancer's costume.
Also, if anyone else was particupating in the Performance there could be some back stage interaction, feel free to insert it and let me know. I"m trying to track all the posts and interaction where it seems Serwa would reasonably be involved but this far I think it's just been with the PC she knows, Vedui. Assuming there is time between performances she will get a drink, and depending on time either go out in the colorful Dancer’s Costume or her default “funeral garb” black clothing.
Noranys, from what you are able to see, the grass around looks all regular and blends seamlessly with the rest of the vegetation, you take your time looking around and no one seems to be minding you at the moment, your spectral hand sweeps some of the grass aside for investigation, even sticking a few blades out, you're able to see the roots and earth beneath. It does not share the differences in elevation that some of the more recent graves do, before the new grass fully settles, it just seems as if some sort of rock or root might be under this particular area, though it does not seem disturb the wall.
Everyone in the Captain's Loft, Vedui is unable to observe someone here that would match the description he himself would give of someone from your order, most folk around here looks like merchants or local farmers, but then again, you know they might make use of disguises or concealment at times. Tibern looses some coins on the counter, the usual gallon of ale goes for two silver coins and might be enough for you three (for starters), the coins are happily swept up by the man behind the counter as he directs one of the barmaids to follow you, and she does so already with three large mugs of ale in her hands. The lady is taken aback while handing the mugs over the table, as she stares at Mordikai unsure of whether she offers the drink or no, "S-... sir?" she asks in an awkward smile before handing it anyway. She turns to face the pale-haired elf at the side, "Oh, right away, master elf. Would you prefer our black ale or some spirits? Along with two sausages, that would all go for one golden coin." As she lingers for a moment to let you decide, a northern-looking woman in a black dress steps up on stage and after but a moment starts performs what some of you might identify as a traditional dance from Rashemen, her sweeping movements approaching the crowd all around are initially met by a hesitant crowd, but as one tambourine is produced by a halfling among them and as is starts to rattle along with the dance, people all start clapping, shouting and cheering along in the same rythm. The performance goes on for a while and moves around the stage before coming to a close and loud cheer from the crowd, the old man next to the wooden board grumbles and writes 'Newcomer' and marks thee scores aside it 'III'. The other competitors get ready for a second round of performances.
(( Yes, performance still goes on, all way before the dueling, you've got time ))
The robed man climbs back onstage and this time his performance involves various doves which sprouds out of the many pockets in his robes and fly over the crowd, which reacts in a more mild manner than last time he performed his tricks, rendering only some light clapping as some of the men are still distracted following Serwa with their eyes, his name on the board gains only another mark, totaling four now 'IIII'. The halfling juggler comes back, now bearing small wooden clubs, which he proceeds to lit on fire before throwing them, the crowd seems more excited and interact more in ways of 'Oohs' and 'Aahs' as he barely catches one of the clubs before it falls, the old man marks two more dashes aside his name, totaling him three scores 'III'. The snob noble climbs back at the stage already leering at the crowd as he unrolls a small weathered scroll and starts reciting an old local rhyme, the crowd seems indifferent at first, but as he ends along with an added joke that does not seem to be part of it, the crowd cracks up a bit and he is clapped of as his name on the board gains a single mark 'I'. The crowd now eagerly awaits for Serwa once again, a tambourine already held up high by the same halfling as before.
Midnight and Nute, the guard approached you right outside of town to the east where the dueling ring lay, you can catch a glimpse of the Captain's Loft right inside the walls, and in a wide window to the stage you are able to barely see the performances happening inside, along with a small crowd gathering outside and all the noise. The guard hesitates right when Nute mentios 'druid', staring wide-eyed for a moment and grimacing, another guard takes some wide steps from behind him, crosses one arm across his chest and starts to drag him away, "Come, Lars! Don't go about getting into trouble again, captain won't let you off the hook another time..." he says and seems to have done so many times before. You suddenly hear loud clapping and the rattling of a tambourine coming from the tavern as you spot the dancing woman inside through the window, though the crowd gathered both inside and outside makes it quite difficult to see.
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Tibern
The tiefling watches the performance for a while but seems to check out at the man that tries to show as magic by doing nothing more then minor parlor tricks. As he is handed an ale he simply takes it and sips at it for a bit. As if to mock the man on the stage he moves his hand a bit and suddenly his tankard of ale is floating before him as his Mage Hand holds it up to his mouth.
"If only I had paid attention to my musical lessons as a child. I had a rather amazing bard as a tutor although I never had the skill he wished of me. I suppose if I had time to study I coukd perhaps use magic to put on some sort of show... Unfortunately it seems that this fine folk are not fond of the arcane though."
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Midnight
Watching the guard leave with a scornful look on her face, Midnight says, ”Whatever you said to them, it saved the loud one a beating. In my city, he would have been dragged off and executed for speaking to me in such a way. We aren’t there, and I am not them, but I do have my self respect. Thank you for taking care of this.”
She looks over at the Captain’s Loft. “Say, are you thirsty? I have coin and would like a better seat to watch the dancing. I have never seen anything like it. Anything beautiful underground is likely to also be deadly and feared. This was both vulnerable and strong simultaneously.”
If Nute agrees, she packs up her belongings and starts making her way there in order to watch the rest of the performances.
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